Love went cold, buried you
Starved yourself to feed the wound
I mourn the burden I refused
I forced your ghost to guide me through

I doubt I'll ever get you out of my head
But I need to dig and to dig enough to let the love, to let my love back in
Apology has lost all meaning, and my reform was way past due
My potential is, and might always be, poison to you

Will I ever return from wayward pursuits?
Remembrance, the bitter fruit
Carry your guilt, it can't carry you

Took root to never bloom
Tangled weeds to strangle you
I mourn the burden I refused
It's not my place to guide you through

I can no longer blame the dead for my regret
Or let them guide my living hands
If this is penance, I welcome it

Will I ever return from wayward pursuits?
Remembrance, the bitter fruit
Carry your guilt, it can't carry you

Sunken eyes saw the corruption of my youth
I am not a lover, I am the lesson I never learned

Now watch me flail in the death throes of my lechery